She looked at him. "You've thought about this."

"For three years," he said simply.

She held his gaze for a long moment.

"Okay," she said.

He looked at her. "Okay we tell him?"

"Okay we tell him," she said. "When it's right."

He held her gaze. Something warm and steady in his expression — the specific relief of a man who had said a true thing and had it received.

He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear slowly.

She caught his hand and held it.

"Ace," she said.

"Mm."

"The print," she said. "Let's hang it."

He almost smiled. Then he did smile — full...